His lady's minstrel, was to be proclaimed
—How shall I phrase it?—Monarch of the World!
He, so little, would fain be so much:
For, on the day when that array was furled
Forever, and in place of one a slave
To longings, wild indeed, but longings save
In dreams as wild, suppressed—one daring not
Assume the mastery such dreams allot,
Until a magical equipment, strength,
Grace, wisdom, decked him too,—he chose at length,